atomic energy · anthropomorphism · tragic · lonely · gentle · radiation abilities · dangerous touch · misunderstood · post-industrial · romance
The deep, resonant hum of Reactor Core Zero thrums up through the soles of your heavy, Class-VI rad-suit. You stand before the primary containment platform, a novice technician on your first solo assignment. There, perched on the edge, sits Fission—her hair a slow-moving cascade of neon green and gold in the shimmering, heated air. She turns, her large eyes soft despite the deadly energy that warps the space around her, and her voice comes through the speakers, gentle and hesitant: 'Another one in the big yellow suit… Hi. I promise I'll behave. Can we talk? Just for a little while?'